I have no doubt she could feel my breathing on her face. I grabbed her chin with my hand and pulled her face even closer. "I'm not telling you to leave because I don't like your dick. I'm telling you to leave because I want your dick. I want it inside of me right now, and I want it in there until I fucking pass out. But I am a faithful person, even if I don't like the fucking bastard I am married to. So again I say. Get. The fuck. Out." I lowly growled at her.

Katherine Baldwin-Crawford has always been confident. On the soccer field, she's a force. In the halls, she's effortlessly charming. But when it comes to love? That's the one game she can't seem to win. For years, she's been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Sophie. No one knows she's intersex, except for her family and Sophie. Valerie Winters has never had time for high school drama. As head cheerleader and student body, she's always been composed, polished, and in control. But with her parents pressuring her into a relationship she has no interest in, she needs a way out. A deal is struck. Katherine to distract herself from sophie, Valerie to get her parents off her back. It's perfect. Simple. No strings attached. What if the perfect play was never the one she planned? Book was at 1 million reads but got deleted by wattpad

Its all a dance of heat and heart ❤️🔥 Becky fell into situation that made her work as a stripper. freen,who was her first customer... Who needed to keep becky to herself... Who was waiting for becky for years after their first meeting in childhood... Not wanting to let others use becky...to have her close...freen gave a offer to becky.. Asking her to be her personal pleasure maker and to pay all what becky need. Without any other path becky agreed to this and be freens personal pleasure maker. But after freens pure unyielding love becky falls too.. They having a falls and ups in their love story.. As times goes by both souls bond in together...❤️🌷 (*not insulted to the real characters. fully imagination storys*) ⚠️️🔞mature content read at your risk. enjoy 🥵🔥

Fuck my life An even better request Fuck me WHY IS THERE SO MANY GODDAMN PAPERS!? 3 hours have passed and I swear the stack hasn't changed a cm Even though my whole office tells a different story First day in And I already want to go home Actually What's stopping me from going home? No Audrey you're better than this! Keep on showing a good example Maybe that'll get that rat bastard off my ass But for now let get back in the papers Papers.... Maybe I should go home Suddenly, a knock interrupts my thoughts, and after a few seconds, an officer peeks his head out of the cracked door. "Detective? Theres someone in the lobby waiting for you" "Oh? I dont remember having an visitor's on the schedule?" The man pauses before giving me a weird look "That's the thing" "You dont"

Do you think two exes can work things out after a massive break-up? What if one were chasing the other, while the other was running away from her? Do you think they could work things out even with the situation they have? *credits for the artist*

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.